The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-10-07
MR.. DUNBLE'S ADVENTURE.
BY WALLACE p. REED.

AASASA DNA'' NAf DHN SNS O~NO go
the city of Guatemala, he handed the
landlord a package of valuable papers
for safe keeping, and said that he would
go to his room at once.
Mr.. Dumble had arrived late at night,
and feel ng sleepy and travel worn, was
in no mood for conversation. He felt
that after a good nights rest he would
be all the better able to look after the
interests of his firm, the big coffee
house of Bidgood & Co. of Boston.
The next morning the B~ostonian was
Hp with the sun, but to his ineXpressible
annoyance he found it somewhat
difficult to make his toilet, as his gar
ments were all missing.
ut is a blank, queer thing"
B]oliloquized Mr., Dumble, as he lodged
about the room, carefully avoiding the
windows. Il hung my clothes on that
chair last night and now they are
gone"
He looked around for a bell, but could
find none. Then he opened his door
and listened intcntly. Nobody was
string in the house.
Now. l am not going to stay in bed
like these lazy Central Americans. l
must have my morning walk
He look down at his airy costume.
Clearly it would not do to 60 out until
he was dressed. Sticking his head out
of the doOr he yelled at the top of his
voice:
Hello Waiter Boy
No answer.
Mr.. Dumble in his excitement walk
ed out into the corridor. He noticed
that the door of the room next to his
chamber stood ajar. Without consid-
ering the matter, he plunged in on a
tour of investigation. In a moment
he reappeared with an armfuI of cloth
ing, and rushed into his W room,
where he proceeded to inspect his
plumber.
They will ft," he remarked. ''But
What an outrageous rig it is Gold
lace, a sash and sword, and a cooked
hat. I'll put on the things until l can
do better"
When arrayed in his borrowed garb.
Mr.. Dumble presented a very pictur-
esque appearance. He was short and
stout with a red, jolly face, and his
peculiar trappings were really becom-
ing.
II feel like a fool, "said Dumble con-
hdentially TO his reflection in the mir
For. These buds don't suit a bald
headed Boston mar in the coffee trade.
Am | a masquerade ball or a c~ircusP"
Finding himself unable to answer
the question, Mr.. Dumb looked out
of the window. There was no sign of
life in the streets, and it was evident
that Guatemala did not boast of an
early rising population.
After some consideration Mr.. Dumble
decided that he would venture out for
q walk. On his return he would ex-
plain things to the landlord, and make
It oil right with the unknown owner of
the fancy costume.
OF course. 9 man in a cooked hat
and a gold laced coat, with a sword
dangling by his lie, could not 90
skipping along in the jaunty style of
the average commercial traveller. Mr..
Dumble saw this, and when he reached
the street he started ca at a dignifed
pace.
He was very much gratified to find
that the few persons he met saluted
him with great respect. but after awhile
he grew a little uneasy.
'There is something wrong" he
mnttered This is no masquerade
costume. 1t belongs to some highcock-
alorem fellow, some foreign minister,
perhaps. The thing may get me into
trouble YETI
However, he was in for ii. The ear
" morning air was so bracing and the
quaint streets SO attractive that the
Bostonian could not resist the tempta-
ton to prolong his stroll. He soon
found himself IN the residence part Of
She city, and as the sun climbed higher,
the streets began to fill with people.
All the promenaders and even those
In carriages saluted the man in the
cooked hat very deferentially.
n am evidently somebody" thought
Dumble, ''but who in the mischief am
II I'll could speak their juggling lingo
solerably vel. l would ask for infor-
nation"
L was now past breakfast time, but
the distracted tourist was not aware Of
il. He was thinking Of returning to
the hotel, and wondering whether he
had lost his way, when . carriage halt
ca and an officer jumped out and took
az his hat